Best Sincerity Poems
No one lives in a democracy opening word lie
Let's be frank for a moment we are all slaves
unto a taxpaying system none the less true
Graded by our salary in class distinction fact
poor lawless order is the ruling bodies ignorance
that takes under the table deals which turn tricks
Hidden from view by corruption shady characters
our role models to carry into the future light
Power generates a hungry source unyielding
That lusts with the endless need for more
constantly envying others happiness
chaos will follow unmoral government bodies
They who should be prosecuted where justice dwells
under high treason against the state and her children
I believe in truth and honestly not falsehoods
The uncluttered mind ...
Thus, are dreams the children of,
Nightmares, its bastards.
Ah, such a dandy with a girl on each arm.
Is it his flaming red hair, or his endearing charm?
Two more behind follow in family extension.
Nice young girls drawn by his questionable intention.
A talked-about scene as they walk down the street,
The townspeople are shocked by this amorous fleet.
Like a barnyard rooster surrounded by hens,
He lives in a fantasy where love merely pretends.
Then, one day, he met the New Age Jezebel.
Rejected, he continued his romance to pursue.
Into her web was where he stumbled and fell,
And for the first time he pledged that his heart would be true.
A single rooster was walking down the road,
When he circled a stone to see what was behind it.
The cock had been young, but he was now growing old.
I wonder why he's searching. I just hope he can find it
Mr Sincerity: "I'm always here for you in sickness and in health."
Ms Sarcasm: "Can you be here for me somewhere else?"
God never fails me
He loves me despite my flaws
Tonight I Thank Him
Maties I will say Ahoy
And tell you things that just annoy
The wind out of all my sails
As I state a little tale
Of something that irks my ship
While we take a little trip
Through the waters of my mind
Come with me and you will find
The anchor that's pulling me down
Will soon make you cry and frown
Something that needs to be sank
Wishing it would walk the plank
Leaving a big splash of hope
That will climb up a big rope
Into the crows nest up above
Filling up the world with love
Instead of hatred being shot
From a cannon to the hearts
Of the weak in every port
Who have tried so hard and fought
Not to surrender, plead or beg
To what's in the powder keg
Of every racist in the county
Who takes the innocence's bounty
Away each and every time
They do this dastardly bad crime
AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH !!!!!!
For the Annoy Contest
Man with
Sincerity
Very Rare now a day
Untrue, unbelievable, insane
If found
please my heart begs you stifle each false thought
i see wounding words forming in your eyes
spoken false words will shape us more distraught
than the swelled tussle we now realize
best we speak core truth lest we spin crosswise
i urge healing sincerity from you
not jabs to maim me thoroughly dark blue
let your heart tenderly engage with mine
that our fine love may strengthen its purview
of harmonies value in its design
i don't know where to start
so i will do it this way
i met a girl on facebook
who used to complete my day
no matter where i look
it seems like she's always
on my sight, but lately i guessed
she's sad everyday and every night
what can i do to bring
the smile back to her,
im not even one of her friends,
so do i really have to care?
i hate every time i see
that she really look so down,
i wish i could make her
laugh by acting like a clown
don't worry pretty lady
my intention is clean
to become somehow close
to you, that's my biggest dream. ^_^
In an Instant
A towering temple of trust
Is not built in a day, in an instant
But spans over years and years;
From laying of its base of sincerity
To its inner shrine of beauty
It is wrapped with the cement of honesty
Sprinkled with water of love and care
Mixed with rock sand of confidence
Sealed with iron bars of resistance
And set with the bricks of pertinence.
Yet, the temple crumbles in an instant,
Its towers turn to heaps of dust
And its shrine is reduced to ashes
With the venom of mistrust,
With the spleen of treacherous acts
That shake the very base of confidence,
Like earthquakes that smash down palaces,
Like the shot of heavy missiles
That ravage all on their way
In a moment, in an instant.
I can be sincere about garbage
It's no more than a gift I now see,
A chameleon shift into fanciful riff
That has nothing to do with me.
I'm not sure just where this gift comes from
It's potential the slave of each use
It might come from heaven but still could come from hell
It reeks of the chance of abuse!
It's probably wise to use caution
When approaching somebody like me
Apparent openness used to throw you off guard
But motives as deep as the sea!
The sad truth's most folks are not ready,
Cannot cope with the scope of my art,
‘Cause their naivety's simply geared to what's grey
They are out of their depth with Descartes.
It's true I am smart (but no genius)
But once in a seminar called ‘Sage'
A voluntary process that I enrolled in
Required me to get on the stage.
The challenge was quite simply stated,
‘Just get all seated people to stand, '
The only real problem was there were so many,
And everyone knew what I planned.
Much worse, seated folk were instructed,
To never rise up from their chair,
Unless wholly convinced that I was authentic,
I was sure I had not a pray'r!
Then I spoke and some started rising
I had only ten minutes to try,
Of course some sat back down, but would then rise again,
Once committed, I just would not sigh!
‘I want to thank those who have risen!
And you, Sir, would you please rise again?
Ladies and Gentlemen, Please! Please remain standing!
Please return to where you've just been.'
So I spoke my ‘truth' again and again.
Until, Oh my God, all were standing !
‘Why don't you see if you can make them sit back down? '
‘Try it! ' His voice was commanding.
The clock, he said, still had five minutes,
Without thinking I gave it a go,
With just ten seconds left, the crowd was all seated,
And I swear that's all that I know.
Great teacher,
Although she couldn't teach sincerity,
You see, you have to first master it yourself
snag it in the silky shadows of yourself
but it travels at the speed of time...
how to make a time snare,
only the shaman knows
but they're all dead or dying
at least the good ones are,
the ones who used to spread mud over the skin of life
to purify it
back in the infancy of time.
Now everything is made of plastic
wrapped in sable
you can't teach sincerity
or can't snare time,
nor hide the stench of plastic.
My Hero my Pride
Love is natural just like hatred, Heart of compassion not in every one. The sense of thinking right not just a gift, but a deliberate act of over looking weaknesses of others. Accepting others to be part of us, an act done by many. Treating them like our very own, an act done by few. My Hero my pride.
Emotions! Most time misleading. Giving them up for a better focus though painful, a sure way forward. Success not for everyone even thus desired by all; Sacrifice given in exchange. Facing reality against odds and even, the heart of a hero. Clothed by fantasies in desires met by pronouncement; A Reason for better aspiration than the source. Success guaranteed the reason for our gathering! My mentor! My heart desire! My strength! My hero! My pride.
Without God's creation of this earth,
there would be no ground that I could stand.
I could walk each road upon this earth,
but only one would head unto God's land.
I'll walk thou's special road one day,
where I shall meet at thou's holy gates.
Since thou hath given me all holiness,
then from earth shall I move to his estate.
Life insurance isn't for good,
but heaven remains for eternity.
So I'm sure my soul will remain holy,
and will move unto God's land eternally.
i will not neglect
thee who had Profound Effect
on Where I Went Next....